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Its Own Story - Poem by inas essa

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After many years of holdingIt became so anxious and fed up; Always to be ordered, Directed by my thoughts and feelings, And about its dream, Found nothing, but ignoring.Finally, My dear pen decidedNot to be such a slave again; Yesterday I saw it standingBy all its strengthWith no word to complain, Putting my glasses on, Sniffed some coffeeAnd started writingIts own story.